Chapter 599 Face to Face

The pinnacle base of the Typhon Empire and the base built by the Cecil people have completely different styles. Judging from Gawain’s eyes, if the Cecil pinnacle base reflects the power of the magic industry, it is steel, machinery, and crystal. The result of mixing with magic, then the base of the Typhons is an expensive magic spectacle - this building complex, which covers an area larger than the Cecil Pinnacle base, relies on more than 80% of the The mages "shaped" it with their own hands.

The Typhons opened their gates and dispatched knights to guide the guests. The soldiers in black standard armor watched with curiosity and a hint of caution as the steel monsters lined up into the base. Gawain sat in the first one. The rear of the car quietly observed everything in sight through the window. He saw that many stone houses were neatly arranged along a central axis, and several spires and towers were scattered among the buildings. The hazy and illusory "Mage's Eye" was suspended at the top of the tower, and there were Soldiers in neat armor and on high alert stood guard on several towers on the periphery of the base, vigilant for everything in the wasteland area.

Orderly, disciplined and impressive.

Between observation and thinking, the convoy had arrived in front of a stone fortress that was also "shaped" with magical power under the guidance of several Typhon knights. Gawain saw a middle-aged man with thick black hair and a serious expression in a group of knights. The other party was wearing a black cloak that looked ordinary but was actually made of some kind of high-level monster fur, and wore a dark blue coat inside, and hung a gold watch chain, ribbon, etc. The accessories, his eyes were on the steel monsters driving towards him, but Gawain couldn't see any emotional fluctuations of the Emperor Typhon from his too deep and restrained eyes.

Amber, who was also sitting in the back row, leaned over and whispered, "He's a little shorter than I thought."

Gawain responded casually, "That's because you've been by my side for too long."

During the conversation, several magic vehicles stopped at the same time in front of Rosetta Augustus, and then each vehicle opened the side or rear doors at the same time, and the attendants in blue uniforms or white light armor and The soldiers got out of the car with surprising discipline and cooperation, and in the blink of an eye they formed guards on both sides of the convoy, only then did a squire open the door of the first car, Gawain Cecil and his guards from Came out of the car.

Rosetta Augustus watched all this in silence and seriousness, her eyebrows trembling imperceptibly.

The Duke of Ansu did not lead an entire army, nor did he lead a few strong men to the appointment in the form of a legendary strong man.

Yet he was still manifesting...some kind of power, and with great effect.

After taking his eyes away from those magical vehicles again, the Typhon Emperor took a step forward and took the initiative to meet Gawain who had already got off the vehicle, with a difficult smile brewing on his face: "I can see someone like you. Such a legendary hero is my honor - welcome to the camp of the Typhons,

It is ready to welcome the distinguished guests. "

"I am also deeply honored," Gawain reached out and shook hands with Rosetta Augustus. This highly versatile simple etiquette originated in the pioneering era and is still widely used today. He casually responded to the other party's courtesy, "It's an impressive camp and I can see the courage and perseverance it shows."

Amber stood behind Gawain's side, and wanted to roll her eyes out of boredom. The way of talking "from a high-ranking person to a courtesy" made her drowsy, but she was afraid that if she rolled her eyes, she would be slapped on the wall by Gawain. , so she had to hold back, and at this moment, she suddenly felt a gaze falling on her.

Looking at her feelings, she saw a tall and straight female knight standing not far behind Rosetta Augustus. The young lady had gray hair and a shawl. She had a good figure and appearance. However, The sight is rather cold, and it seems to hide a little hostility.

Amber blinked, and the relevant information immediately surfaced in his mind.

That should be the "wolf general" of the Typhon Empire's generation, Andersa Wendell, who seems to be hostile to Ansu because of her father's disappearance in the Ansu-controlled area.

Amber thought for a while, and felt that he had found something to do, so he simply stared at Andersa.

After a while, the young wolf general Andersa Wendell looked away slightly awkwardly and embarrassedly.

She has never seen such a lack of self-discipline nobles, lack of experience, resulting in the disadvantage of looking at each other, and she couldn't help but have a thought: Are all Ansu people so savage?

Amber was in a happy mood because of this small victory, and muttered softly: "Yeah—"

This secret confrontation between Cecil's intelligence chief and General Typhon Wolf was not noticed by anyone. Gawain's almost all attention was on observing Emperor Typhon in front of him and speculating on the opponent's character. After a few nutritious greetings, he and the accompanying Amber, Sonia and others were introduced into Rosetta's temporary palace.

A feast that is not rich, but a precious feast in this wasteland is waiting for them.

Plants cannot be grown on the wasteland, and the monsters running around are obviously difficult to serve as food. The supplies of Typhon's camp, like Cecil's camp, are completely dependent on the rear supply. Under such difficult conditions, even Rosetta O. The hospitality that Gus can bring out is also extremely limited, but it is clear that no one really cares about the banquet itself...at least except for amber.

After letting Amber go for food, Gawain naturally came to Rosetta Augustus with a wine glass in his hand, and the people around him automatically retreated a little distance. The emperor left room for conversation.

"I hope you don't mind this shabby reception," Rosetta said with a faint smile. "Our supplies are not easy."

"The same is true over there," Gawain said indifferently, "I can fully understand the difficult environment on the edge of the wasteland - in fact, the so-called 'difficulties' we are facing here today would have been 700 years ago. It is an unimaginably favorable condition, at least, we can now talk with a glass of wine in a relatively safe camp."

He shook the golden wine glass in his hand slightly, and the dark red liquid in the wine glass rippled slightly, reflecting a seductive brilliance.

"That's why we must cherish this hard-won security and prosperity," Rosetta raised his glass slightly, "Salute to you, to the pioneers who created this seven hundred years ago."

Gawain accepted the tribute calmly, and then Rosetta continued: "We are here today to ensure that this security can continue, isn't it?"

"Of course," Gawain said, following every change in Rosetta Augustus's expression calmly, "but not everyone wants this security to last for a long time, and there are some who are delirious. People will even take the initiative to destroy the safety barriers that allow us to survive, what do you think of this?"

"I heard about the traces of destruction you found in the Sentinel Tower... The danger of the cultists is shocking," Rosetta Augustus said in a deep voice, with a solemn expression, "Sonia messenger is talking about this matter. I also talked about your concerns... Frankly speaking, I not only think this concern is necessary, but also should be more vigilant about those cultists. I have sent the Shadow Master to check the situation of this nearby Sentinel Tower, However, no signs of erosion have been found. Next, I will arrange a domestic search for the traces of those cult members - they are not only active in Ansu, but also in the north and west of Typhon."

"Cleaning up these dark sects requires the efforts of all of us, just as the restoration of the magnificent wall requires the concerted efforts of all human kingdoms," Gawain seemed to be touched by Rosetta's sincere and calm attitude, and said along this topic, "These seven centuries of peace and tranquility were built on the joint efforts of the pioneer generation of the original generation. To say a word of reliance on seniority - I am very happy to see that your generation can still unite in the face of crisis, even if you There are some contradictions, some disputes, but when faced with the catastrophe looming over all mankind, rational people can always discard prejudice and estrangement."

Speaking of this, he paused and didn't give Rosetta time to think about it, and continued: "Seeing the sight of human beings coming to repair the magnificent wall, I can't help but recall those days... I recall those who fought side by side. Friends. I remember Roland Augustus...he always had a straight face, told outdated jokes, and he used to be so troubled with how to improve his sense of humour that he even asked Charlie for advice..."

Facts have proved that a person who has been resurrected from seven hundred years ago is holding a wine glass and discussing his ancestors with you, and he is full of how to talk and laugh in those days. When hearing these topics, you must bow your head and listen carefully, not to interrupt.

Seeing this situation, Gawain naturally continued the topic: "Also there is Bertiera... She is the most powerful Druid I know, and countless people were rescued by her back then..."

There was no additional mood swing on Rosetta's face, still flat and slightly serious, deep and reserved.

He just nodded lightly and said calmly, "It's a novel feeling to hear about ancestors from you... With you, they are no longer symbols in the history books, but became flesh and blood."

"Of course there is flesh and blood, we are all mortals," Gawain said slowly, and quietly watched Rosetta's eyes, "...It is said that you have not been able to find the remains of Bertila Augustus... Is it?"

"...I should be ashamed," Rosetta said in a deep voice, "The whereabouts of the family sage Bertila is unknown during the tour of the Ancestral Peak, and the holy corpse is still out there. It has now been seven hundred years... I am afraid we There is little hope of finding her back."

Gawain looked at Rosetta quietly for two seconds, then withdrew his gaze.

He did not mention the possibility of the "unaccounted for" Bertila, like most of the Druids near the Ancestor's Peak at that time, throwing himself into the darkness, because this would go beyond the limits of "temptation" and would be too provocative and offensive. Although he could be a little more willful in this regard relying on his ancestral status, in order to avoid ruining the atmosphere too early, he decided not to mention it.

If Rosetta didn't have any special reaction after hearing the name of "Bertier Augustus", then even if Gawain made further probes, the other party should remain calm.

After that, Gawain consciously turned the topic in a more relaxed and natural direction, and while tasting the food and wine on the spot, he gradually began to discuss some customs and legends of the two countries of Ansu and Typhon.

The atmosphere gradually became lighter in the process, and the two of them tacitly did not discuss any topics about the fact that the two countries were on the verge of war three years ago, and that there are still hidden dangers of war, as if all confrontation and friction did not exist. , as if Rosetta didn't know about it, and Gawain didn't care about it either.

An ancient man seven hundred years ago, a contemporary emperor, one narrates the customs and customs of the great pioneering period, and the other narrates the evolution and development of modern society. They chat like old friends, and the topics seem endless. Amber, who had just finished foraging and was satisfied, was walking over with a chicken bone in his mouth, stunned.

The half-elf lady stopped and underestimated softly: "Old fox..."

Then she heard Gawain speak on a topic related to trade: "...Actually, we can expand our cooperation to a wider area than repairing barriers, such as trade - we can communicate with each other."

Amber blinked, crunching the chicken bones in his mouth.

Another victim is about to enter the pit.